Chapter 443: Zhai Leader Zhang Fan! Slays Yu Xuanji

Immortals and Daoist priests are not divine by nature; they accumulate essence and gather qi to become true.

Suddenly, dragons and serpents stir heaven’s change; a single spirit pearl is born within the belly.

At this moment, Zhang Fan entered a realm never before experienced.

His Nascent Soul observed inwardly; within his body, it was like primordial heaven and earth—empty, silent, and vast.

True Yang surged like boiling water from the Kan, while the Nascent Soul poured like inverted true fire.

Drawing Kan water, igniting Li fire, water and fire cooked and refined, merging within the Jiang Palace.

In an instant, that body, vast as heaven and earth, was filled with an unprecedented force—primordial essence, omnipresent.

Vast qi surged through the cosmos; bitter smoke curled upward around the towers.

Within the inner vision of the Nascent Soul, kidney water sank like ink-jade abyss, heart fire hung like a wind-lamp across void, merging into chaos—like heaven and man warring, or dragon and tiger clashing.

This was the image of water and fire in harmony.

This was the transformation of dragon and tiger in conflict.

“Whether Kan and Li, or dragon and tiger—they are merely the two functions of Qian and Kun.” A sudden clarity arose in Zhang Fan’s heart.

Suddenly, dragon and tiger merged; water and fire dissolved; a faint glow, like a grain of rice, floated forth.

It became the center of heaven and earth; the moment it appeared, the silent, chaotic void burst into infinite vitality.

Golden fluid returned to elixir; jade fluid solidified into form.

This was the sign recorded in ancient Daoist texts: the initial achievement of the mysterious art, the pure Yang Foundation Establishment.

That grain-like glow spun like a spiral, embodying the dynamic code of life, frantically absorbing surrounding energy.

The dantian suddenly revealed a millet-sized dark pearl, radiant as a star embryo just conceived.

The grain-like glow steadily grew, round and luminous, truly the elixir of immortality—suddenly formed into the Great Dragon-Tiger Elixir.

At this moment, Zhang Fan finally stepped into that profoundly mysterious realm.

The Zhai Leader realm—Life Merit fully accomplished.

Boom…

Within Copper Bell Mountain, winds and clouds churned; heavenly thunder rolled, violet lightning splitting the heavens.

Heaven and earth itself seemed to sense the extraordinary energy fluctuations.

“That is…”

Zhuang Yumin, Shen Mingchan, Lin Haitang… countless gazes converged upon Zhang Fan.

At this moment, he slowly rose from the pool of blood; a single dark radiance pierced through, born at the center of his dantian’s dark palace—round, luminous, brimming with unimaginable vitality and pure energy.

“The internal elixir has formed—Life Merit fully accomplished!”

Zhuang Yumin and the others stared in shock at Zhang Fan’s transformation, at the newly born internal elixir, their eyes blazing with fervor.

That was the realm they longed for.

That was the transformation all cultivators dreamed of.

That was also a milestone in the history of elixir cultivation.

The transformation of dragon and serpent—the divide between mortal and immortal.

Thus, Life Merit fully accomplished—he may now be called a Grand Master of Elixir Dao.

Hum…

On Zhang Fan’s internal elixir, a “golden pattern” appeared—like incense smoke curling, like clouds gathering and dispersing.

The internal elixir spun in spiral motion; each rotation emitted tidal waves of power, washing through Zhang Fan’s limbs, organs, and every strand of skin and hair.

“Zhang Fan!”

Far away, Yu Xuanji suddenly halted. She watched Zhang Fan’s transformation, her gaze cold, tinged with wariness.

“An extraordinary realm!”

Zhang Fan’s eyes narrowed slightly, deep as an abyss; the divine radiance within glowed like moonlight reflected in an ancient well, piercing the subtlest depths.

He looked down at the wound tearing through his torso; the dark blood had already been shaken away by vibrating sinews and bones, vanished without trace. The torn flesh was healing visibly before their eyes; beneath the new skin, a warm luster of gold and jade shimmered faintly—as if his body were no longer flesh, but a finely carved jade blank.

“Your life is truly stubborn!” Yu Xuanji gritted her silver teeth, staring fixedly at Zhang Fan.

“Yu Xuanji…” Zhang Fan smiled lightly: “If my life is as vast as heaven, then yours has reached its final road.”

Boom…

A thunderclap erupted from nowhere; every heart trembled—Zhang Fan had vanished from his spot.

His speed was too fast; not even a lingering shadow remained. He had leapt beyond all visual capture and appeared directly before Yu Xuanji.

“Life Merit accomplished—reborn and transformed!”

Their faces changed instantly; they seemed to hear the rush of Zhang Fan’s blood—like a great river’s tide, surging, roaring, birthing boundless vitality and power.

His hand rose gently, then fell gently; his bones emitted a continuous, delicate chime like jade chimes—clear proof that his marrow had been refined by the internal elixir, his bone density reaching an inconceivable level.

“Huh…”

At nearly the same instant, Yu Xuanji reacted instinctively; without forming seals, she unleashed thunder magic, spat forth a bolt of lightning that struck Zhang Fan’s chest.

Boom…

The thunderclap echoed; violet lightning swept across Zhang Fan’s chest, leaving only faint white marks on his warm skin—gone in an instant, like water gliding over stone.

“The internal elixir forged a divine body!”

Deep horror surged in their eyes.

Ordinary Daoist arts could no longer harm Zhang Fan’s body; his form now seemed even more terrifying than the former Ma Wangju.

Cultivation of both life and nature—quality of the Nascent Soul determines the flesh’s attainment.

Not to mention he had swallowed the Great Dragon-Serpent Elixir, touched the power of dragon veins, and comprehended human incense worship.

At this moment, Zhang Fan’s Nascent Soul was vast, his body boundless—stronger than ever before.

Hum…

Zhang Fan’s hand fell gently, touching Yu Xuanji’s left shoulder…

Without sound, her left shoulder collapsed and shattered—as if crushed by invisible force; her left arm twisted and warped like a twisted rope, exploding before their stunned gazes.

The terrifying power continued to spread…

In the blink of an eye, half of Yu Xuanji’s body was crushed inward, blood gushing, white bones exposed to air, even her dripping organs visible.

“Invincible!”

At this moment, every single person simultaneously felt the same thought.

To them, Zhang Fan now appeared as a demon king of chaos, a demonic lord of ruin—ruling humanity with absolute dominance, invincible upon this mountain.

Boom…

Immense power recoiled Yu Xuanji backward; midair, a bloody trail was horrifyingly visible. In contrast, this disciple of Sanqing Mountain, struck by nothing more than Zhang Fan’s casual downward hand, was reduced to half a mangled corpse.

“I said—you cannot kill me.”

Suddenly, Yu Xuanji gritted her teeth, let out a long howl; the strange cloud aura in her right hand violently trembled, layers of crimson mist surging to shield her wounded remains.

Simultaneously, a piercing light rose and surged, sharp as a sword, mysterious and Dao-infused, wrapped in boundless slaughter.

“Three-inch Divine Light.”

The strange cloud aura nurtured in the Immortal Cave of Mount Luyin, refined over generations by Luyin’s ancestors, known as the Three-inch Divine Light.

This treasure was famed throughout the world, both offensive and defensive—but had vanished for over twenty years.

No one expected this [Three-inch Divine Light] had fallen into Yu Xuanji’s hands.

Boom…

The misty aura trembled; the terrifying frequency unleashed the three-inch blade, piercing through air with thunderous speed.

The sonic boom shattered ears and eyes; the silent valley trembled in fear.

Under the pale moon, the cloud-shrouded blade seemed capable of annihilating all—unblockable, undefeatable.

Hum…

At nearly the same instant, Zhang Fan’s third eye split open; that invisible “hole” reappeared, hidden within blazing firelight, then divine radiance erupted, shaking mountains and rivers.

Boom boom boom…

The divine light from his spiritual platform clashed with the three-inch blade; terrifying ripples surged like tidal waves, shaking the earth, echoing through the valley, cracking fissures across the cliffs.

This terrifying spectacle resembled a natural disaster, the wrath of heaven itself.

Hum…

With one breath, the three-inch blade shattered instantly, dissolving into scattered light.